Primal Obsession
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“Do I carry you, or do you walk?” He gave her a half-smile, trying to come across as nonthreatening, as if that shit would work. He was over six feet four of lean sinew with a powerful masculinity that had her breathlessly mesmerized and throbbing.
She wanted to scream, “Yes! Bring it!” But she didn’t dare move for fear of falling flat on her face. Her legs felt seriously like jelly, and there was no way in hell she could move off that wall under her own strength.
His smile disappeared as she remained still, and his gaze darkened with passionate promise. “Nakia, I need you to move.” His voice had grown huskier with emotion.
Everything about him was eviscerating her capacity to think coherently, and it seemed her brain couldn’t form the basic cognitive function of moving her limbs. With a grunt of impatience, he bent, gripped her thighs, picked her up, and draped her over his broad shoulder.
That pulled her out of her dazed state and forced her to react. “My God, Jay, put me down,” she hissed softly, acutely horrified that many of her coworkers had stopped and stared at them.
Justin ignored them as he strode toward the private elevators. The doors opened almost immediately upon him activating the car. As soon as the doors closed again, she started kicking her legs frantically and trying to climb down from her perch.
“Are you insane?” Facedown at his back, she whisper-yelled as he ignored her. “Justin, put me down!” She was keenly aware that she was not a small woman. How was he carrying her so effortlessly? Hell, she was five feet nine with an ass. ’Nough said.
“Stop, before you hurt yourself,” he growled.
She stilled for a moment as his commanding baritone voice again sent her senses into another tizzy, reaching down deep into her stomach and beginning a mad yearning for his touch. Biting her lip until there was a sting of pain in an attempt to regain some semblance of equilibrium, Nakia kicked out with more vigor to let him know she meant business. “I’m not the one who’s going to get hurt. Put me down, Jay.” She was almost pleading now. The volume in her voice still could not reach above a whisper.
As the elevator came to a stop, he spanked her bottom with a hard palm, forcing a stunned shriek from her and then a moan. Another gush of her essence leaked on her already soaked panty.
“Behave,” he muttered. He strode from the elevator, passed his and Colt’s personal assistant, and crossed over to his old office. “Hi, Janice,” Justin murmured, seeming totally unfazed by Janice’s stunned expression. “Tell Colt I’ll be in to see him in a bit. Hold my calls.”
“Yes, sir, Mr. Justin,” Janice responded in a cool professional voice as though she was used to Justin walking into his office with a woman thrown over his shoulder on a daily basis.
Nakia covered her eyes with her palm and groaned in embarrassment.
As soon as the office door was closed behind them, he let her body slide down his chest, down the chiseled planes of his stomach, over the steely column of his shaft, and down his trunk-like muscular thighs. She shivered as her sensitive flesh was abraded by every sizzling touchpoint of his hard frame. Keeping an arm around her waist as her feet hit the carpeted floor, he pulled her tighter against him and pushed her against the closed door.
She had no warning before his lips crushed hers.
Her world stilled and seemed to combust at the same time. The shock of the initial taste of him after such a long time made her world tilt on its axis, and she was on a freefall with no purchase. The kiss was desperate. Dark. Carnal. She wound her arms around his neck and held on tight as she was assailed by an insistent throbbing in her lower pelvis and clit. The need she’d felt before for him paled in comparison. She was drowning in the taste, feel, and scent of him.
His tongue curled around hers, and she could only cling to him in mindless surrender. He roamed his palm over her back to her waist to her ass and then back up again, over and over, each time his grip becoming tighter and tighter as though he wanted to merge her body into his.
She was just as impatient to have him closer. Curling her fingers in the silky strands of his hair, she held him to her and reveled in his possession.
He trailed his lips along her cheek, her ear, to the sensitive fragrant column of her neck, and finally to the swells of her breasts above the deep V of her dress. The feel of the cool air on her back momentarily woke her from the deep vortex of need she had descended into. He had somehow removed her bag and jacket from her shoulders and lowered the zipper of her dress. He pulled a beaded nipple between his lips and sucked her through the lacy designer bra.
Red-hot desire licked through every nerve ending in her body. “Jay.” His name came out as a desperate plea. She couldn’t articulate a complete sentence. Not that she had any idea what she was supposed to say. She’d wanted him for so long that there was no chance in hell she was going to deny herself, deny him. She wanted this, and he was finally giving her what she craved most. Him.
He impatiently unfastened her bra and discarded it carelessly to the floor. “Ah, baby, so fuckin’ beautiful,” he breathed as her breasts bounced free.
She moaned loudly at the sudden hungry tug of his lips and the gentle nabbing of her taut nipple with his teeth. Still sucking the sensitive tips of her breasts, alternating his lips from one globe to the other, he slipped his hand between her thighs and stilled.
Nakia had forgotten the weapon strapped to her inner thigh.
He looked down at her lean thigh with green eyes that were glazed with lust and a bit of shock. “That’s fuckin’ hot,” he murmured huskily before removing the Glock from its leather holster. He tore her panty with one fisted pull, and she barely had time to register that before he freed his cock and powered up into her.
She shrieked.
He covered her lips, swallowing her cries. He devoured her lips in a devastating kiss while pounding into her as though he wanted to stamp his name into her.
She loved it. Too soon they were both spiraling out of control and coming so hard she blacked out on the overload of emotions.
She came to in what must have been seconds later, because her back was still against the door and Justin still buried deep inside of her.
“Are you okay?” he asked, his lips mere inches away from hers.
“I don’t know yet,” she mumbled. She was still buzzing in the aftermath of the most mind-blowing orgasm she’d ever experienced.
He rolled his hips.
She hissed as she started wanting him all over again. His cock was still hard and wedged in her tight walls.
He tossed some things to floor.
She looked down and was amused by the sight of his backpack and her gun resting on top of it.
“You don’t need that right now,” he drawled close to her ear.
“Well, if you don’t continue what you were doing, I just might need my gun as leverage,” she teased.
He chuckled. “How have I resisted you for so long?” He roamed his palm up her thighs and ass as he placed his lips over her engorged nipple again. He drove up into her.
She sank her teeth into her lower lip to prevent her scream as he stroked into her core slow and deep. “God, Justin.” She curled one leg high up around his waist, trying to get closer and give him better access.
“So fuckin’ tight, so sweet,” he groaned.
“Only for you, Jay.”
“Yes,” gritted out as though it was his due and he expected nothing less. He reached between them and pinched her clit, gave her a few insistent thrusts, and bit down on the nipple between his lips.
Her cries filled the room.
Nothing prepared her for him, and nothing could have stopped the tidal wave of desire pooling low in her pelvis. She moaned loudly as a climax hit her hard and fast. She dug her fingers into his biceps, holding on to him as her clit pulsed insistently with lusty spasms, and her limbs were trembling hard before she wilted against him like a rag doll.
Still buried in her, he c
arried her across the room and perched her hips on the edge of his desk. He fused their lips.
She moaned loudly in disbelief that he’d awakened her desire again. She helplessly returned his hungry kiss.
He stroked his tongue sensually around hers even as he drove his thick length hard and fast into her weeping folds. She caught his rhythm and threw her hips provocatively back at him. Her flesh sensitized to everything about him. His touch, his scent, and his masculine heat had her teetering on the ledge of ecstasy in seconds. Just then his kisses, becoming more demanding, ravenous, and the glide of his rigid steel along her swollen clit were a lethal combination to her equilibrium. She was craning into another blistering orgasm in seconds.
She screamed into their fused lips and had to break their kiss to catch her breath.
He held her tight against him as she continued to tremble in the aftermath. “I’m sorry,” he murmured feverishly. “I need this!” It was the only warning before his grip on her ass tightened and he pounded into her heat with a desperate pace.
“Justin,” she shrieked loudly.
“Ah fuck, baby,” he growled and drove into her hard and deep, hard and deep with a frenzied intensity that had her keening in aching lust with every bruising thrust of his granite shaft.
“Oh God, oh God, oh God!” she sobbed at the pleasure-pain of his possession. His girth and length abraded the sensitive walls of her core again and again. He wasn’t gentle as he’d warned, but he wasn’t hurting her either. She loved his unrestrained hunger, his absolute dominance of her body.
He swooped down and pulled the hard tip of her breast into his mouth and sucked the nipple onto his tongue. Holding her pinned to the desk, he drove into her with passionate thrusts that had her eyes rolling back in her head. It was as though she were drowning in a tsunami of exquisite ecstasy
Overwhelmed by the relentless searing assault on her senses, she erupted in an avalanche of sensations and shattered into another blazing release.
He powered into her once, twice more before he, too, roared as his seed flooded her core.
After, he slumped weakly against her, his head using her breasts as his personal pillow.
She gently ran her fingers through his hair. “You need a haircut,” she mumbled affectionately.
He turned his head and kissed the generous swell of her breasts. “We probably shouldn’t have done that, but I’m so damn tired of fighting what I feel. Colt’s gonna be pissed.”
Nakia could hear the regret in his voice, but she could also hear the need. She chose to ignore the first and simply bask in the second. Nothing was going to diffuse the buzz of desire and satisfaction still humming through her. She was barely aware of him grabbing some tissue from a box on his desk and doing his best to clean them both. He tenderly fixed her bra back into place and zipped her dress. Crossing the room, he picked up her jacket and their discarded gun, bag, and backpack from the floor, most of which he placed on the nearby sofa, but the jacket he eased onto her gently. He was looking at his handiwork and seeming to want to take it back off of her when a loud knock came on the office door.
Chapter Ten
She was horrified by the state of her clothes and hair, wrinkled and mussed, and there was no doubt that any functioning adult would know that she’d just been thoroughly fucked.
“You look fine.” He smiled and kissed her lips gently before lazily walking toward the door.
“You’ve been gone for more than a year and you don’t come and see me immediately?” Colt walked into the office more emotional than she’d ever seen him.
Justin grabbed his brother and gave a bear hug, and Colt hugged him back. They made a striking pair, both equal in height, with similar blond hair, although Justin’s was substantially longer and darker than Colt’s.
Nakia smiled at the brothers’ obvious love for each other. She was impressed that they didn’t seem to care that she was there watching them. While they were busy hugging and greeting each other, she slid her gun back into its holster and smoothed her dress as best she could.
“I did come to see you immediately, but I was waylaid.” Justin smirked as he released his brother.
Colt frowned, looking between Justin and her. “Hi, Nakia, give my brother and me a moment please.”
“She stays,” Justin told him sternly and crossed the room toward her. His tone made it clear that this was not up for debate.
“That’s not a good idea, Justin.” Colt was just as adamant.
“Move on, Colt.”
Nakia shrieked as Justin snagged an arm around her waist and pulled her against him.
“You were always too damn stubborn. You look like shit by the way.” Colt walked deeper into the office. “What the hell happened to your face? Imani gave you a shield. Why the fuck have you not used it?”
“I like to look a man in the face before I kill ’em.” His cool tone left no doubt that that was the end of the conversation.
“Have you tanned her ass and explained the situation yet?” Colt nodded toward her and sat down on one of the office armchairs.
“Not yet.” Justin smirked at her. “But I will tan that ass later.” His dark promise had her rubbing her thighs together with anticipation.
“Hey, I’m still here, and I’m not a child to be spanked.” She glared at Colt and tried to twist away from Justin.
Justin tightened his hold on her and moved around his desk, taking her with him. He sat and pulled her onto his lap. “You’ll love the taps I place on this ass,” he mumbled close to her ear.
Colt grinned.
She tried to ignore them both but couldn’t help the involuntary moan from deep in her throat at the feel of his hard arousal, pulsing and getting bigger beneath her. She tried her best not to roll her ass to relieve the burgeoning ache deep in her pelvis. How can I want him again so soon? This is pure gluttony. However, given the heat coming off him in waves and his growing erection against the taut flesh of her ass, he wanted her again just as badly.
“Most of this is not just about you, Justin,” Colt was saying, bringing them reluctantly back to reality.
“I know that, but Nakia’s going to be in my life, so she has to understand what’s going on. I found her trying to leave the building without her bodyguards, despite what you told me.”
“And what’s wrong with me leaving the building without them? The guys know that I’m safe. Having them underfoot all day while I’m working is distracting and unnecessary. Ralph hasn’t been near me in months, and despite what I overheard on the streets, no one has come near me in a threatening way.”
“Look, we don’t need you to be stubborn about this. My brother has brought you into his life, so you’ll have to follow orders, as Imani has to.” Colt didn’t try to hide his frustration. He was frowning at her as though she were a wayward child and he wasn’t quite sure what to do with her.
“I’m not being stubborn. You know what I can do. And if there were a threat against me, I’d know about it. I don’t need bodyguards.” Nakia knew it was pointless to insist, but she couldn’t let them get away with dictating her life.
Justin pulled her deeper onto his lap. Her back was now solid against his stomach and chest. “The guards stay with you at all times,” he told her calmly as though his words were law and that was the end of it.
Nakia tried to pull away from him, but his hold was unyielding. “I’ve known you like a damn New York minute. You don’t get to decide what I do.”
Justin’s arm was like a steel band around her waist, and his voice was low and husky. “That didn’t seem to be an issue a few moments ago.”
Nakia stomped his foot with the heel of her stiletto. “Asshole!”
“Son-of-a-bitch!” Justin grunted.
She was finally able to pull free of his arm and stood. “Don’t touch me.”
“Goddammit, woman. We don’t have time for this shit.” He snaked an arm around her waist again and pulled her bac
k onto his lap. “Sit and listen. We’ll talk about what is mine and what is yours real soon. Until then, you go nowhere without me or your bodyguards. And in case you’re wondering, you’re staying with me from here on out.”
“Are you forgetting that you’re still married?” Colt drawled.
“I forgot nothing. Melissa has taken enough of my damn life. I’m done waiting on her to give up on her meaningless demands. Nakia is mine now, and I’ll fuck up whoever comes between us.” The cold determination in his voice sent chills up her spine. Nakia knew she should still be pissed at him and check his ridiculous assumptions, but she was too busy being thrilled by his sheer dominance.
“Do I have a say in this?” she finally managed to force out, not wanting him to know that she loved his possessiveness.
“As long as whatever you’re saying is yes, I’m fine with that.”
Nakia frowned at him, determined to at least put up something of a fight. What self-respecting modern woman would let a man dictate her life like that?
Justin hugged her closer to him. He bent his head, his lips inches from her ear. “Stomp my foot again, you won’t be able to sit comfortably for a few days after the ass spanking I’m gonna give you,” he told her softly. And then he raised his voice a little louder, ensuring that Colt heard him. “I’m through denying us. I’ve spent months denying what I want, not anymore.” Palming her flat stomach and tilting her head back, he fused their lips.
After the initial shock of being kissed in front of his brother, she fell into the kiss as though starved for his touch. She wanted desperately to straddle him and take him inside of her. She wanted him hard and fast again. The thought of him taking her as he had against the door or on his desk had her throbbing for him again.